When Ling Tu Xi Xi was teleported to the space, she was still a little disoriented. She didn't expect it to end so quickly, and... her death was rather sudden...

After seeing the fates of everyone in the Mirror of Reincarnation, she blinked and suddenly felt a lump in her throat.

Her baby is so well-behaved!

A sense of pride welled up from the bottom of her heart, but at the same time, a trace of guilt arose towards Sheng Changfeng. If there were a next life...

never mind.

It's best not to overthink it.

For some reason, the system Xiao Qi, who always greets me whenever I return to the space, hasn't appeared this time for so long.

The little rabbit yawned boredly, and as it waited, it slowly closed its eyes...

Unbeknownst to her, as she slept, a white light slowly rose from her body, eventually enveloping her completely, like a white cocoon wrapping her up.

As the white light slowly faded, the girl's figure was fully revealed, even more beautiful than the goddess of the heavens...

The woman's long, glossy black hair cascaded down her shoulders, flowing like silk, making one want to reach out and touch it.

She lay on her side, covered only by a thin layer of white gauze. Her figure, shrouded in mist, seemed even more slender and exquisite, especially her waist, which looked so delicate that it seemed as if it could be broken with the slightest touch.

The woman didn't seem to be sleeping soundly; her brow was slightly furrowed and her red lips were tightly pursed, as if something was troubling her.

Suddenly, a tall figure appeared in the space. He stared at the woman quietly for a long time before letting out a soft sigh.

Just as his long, slender fingers were about to touch the woman, they were slapped away by another large hand—

"Don't touch her, she's mine."

A man's domineering yet restrained voice rang out, a possessive warning, like a lion whose territory has been invaded by humans, roaring from its throat.

"Ling, you'll wake her up."

Seemingly somewhat helpless towards the other party, the relatively gentle man pinched the bridge of his nose and waved his hand to set up a barrier.

The two finally breathed a sigh of relief, stood up at the same time, looked at each other, and stood facing each other.

Tall and slender, with similar figures, and their faces are exactly the same!

The only difference was that the gentle man had a golden phoenix mark between his eyebrows, while the relatively cold man had an ice-blue phoenix mark between his eyebrows, and his whole body exuded a chill.

Both of them had their hair tied up high with jade hairpins. One was gentle and carefree, while the other was cold and unrestrained. Judging from their temperament alone, they were truly evenly matched.

Like twins, they look identical, but their unique temperament makes them instantly recognizable.

The two stood facing each other, a silence spreading between them...

Finally, the man with the blue mark between his eyebrows warned in a low voice, his voice carrying a hint of coldness.

"Jin, she is mine."

"You are just an alter ego of mine. She is mine, and you are not worthy to lay a finger on her."

The man with gentle features seemed to have a hint of helplessness in his eyes, but he showed no intention of backing down. Instead, he pursed his lips and spoke firmly.

If you look closely, his golden mark seems to be spreading, like a flame burning something.

He pointed this out bluntly, his gaze carrying a hint of scrutiny and helplessness.

Looking at the other person as if they were some ignorant child, Ling was inexplicably furious.

Sparks flew as their eyes met!

Just as Ling's fingers were cracking and he was about to actually hit her, the woman seemed to make a move.

"Eek~"